Two things lie ahead, Messing with my head! Drilling deep hole, Into my imagination before it get whole! It's far away by time. But, at the same place where I thrive. Time takes away the rhym Of my heart which is beating alive! It's time to choose, And not to lose. If I pick first one, I'll lose second one! Wherever it may take I'll not quake. It's time to choose, Not to lose!